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- Dear Marcail
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Alex could only nod before glancing down beside Rigg and spotting a young girl struggling with a squirming toddler. Rigg noticed at the same time and rescued his daughter Gretchen from the terror of her little brother.
Alex, Rigg spoke and smiled again, Id like you to meet my Gretchen. Gretchen, this is your Uncle Alex.
Hello, Uncle Alex, Gretchen greeted him politely, and Alex studied the traces of Marcail he saw in her face. He greeted her and gave her his warmest smile.
And this, Rigg went on, is Donovan. Donovan, this is your Uncle Alex. Can you say hello?
Donovans answer was to shove his thumb a little further into his mouth, but Alex could see the beginnings of a smile. In fact, Donovan must have liked what he saw, because he abandoned his thumb long enough to hold out his arms, inviting Alex to take him. Alex didnt hesitate, and the youngest member of the Riggs family gave his father a cheeky grin as he settled on his new uncles arm.
Rolling his eyes in amusement, Rigg attempted to draw his other daughter out to be introduced. Gretchen had been a picture of manners and grace. Molly, on the other hand, was not quite so amenable.
Come on, Molly, Rigg coaxed gently as she hid behind his left leg.
Alex watched as she wrapped her little arms around her fathers pant leg and peeked out, ever so carefully, to see him. A huge smile broke over Alexs face; it was like looking at a tiny version of his wife.
Rigg, knowing how Molly was going to appear to Alex, watched the younger man carefully. As he then called Katie over to be introduced, he found himself thinking that although their marriage might have started out as a convenience, without a doubt this man had fallen in love with his wife.
An hour later, Marcail and Alex stood across from each other in Marcails room. Marcail told herself that she was not going to blush, but she had to tell Alex there was an alternative to sharing the bed. She watched as his eyes took in the one bed, the large dresser with mirror, the dressing screen in the corner, and the oak chest at the foot of the bed.
After hed looked his fill, Alexs eyes settled on his wife. They were not hesitant or questioning, but steady, waiting for her to make the next move. She did not disappoint him.
My sister is the soul of discretion, Alex, and if you want, I could ask her for a cot. Or, Marcail went on quietly, we could share the bed like we did in Fort Bragg.
Alex knew this was not an invitation for intimacy, but that was fine with him at this point; he felt the place for such things was in their own home. He also understood that Marcail had no inkling of how tiring it had been for him in Fort Bragg.